The Prelude
Finally out the mo' fuckin cage
Better check yo fuckin tongue
Ain't no count down, I'ma take off till I make cake like a bake off
Touch my dough on your paper chase and I will kung fu kick your face off
I crush frames for breakfast
You punks laid to rest bitch
Fuck lames kicking bunk game man that's chump change at best bitch
It's been a long time coming
Now the times here would you look at that
I spent a long time running
2019 I ain't lookin back
Talking bout blue faced hundreds
Fuck bitches I just want the cash
For the top, for the top I'm gunning
2020 you gon' see me snap
Step back I suggest you don't get caught in my way
Body rappers I don't stop till they sideways
Give Christian parent migraines
Alter their children's mind frames
Too heavy to be playin with these light weights
Tired of only getting paid every Friday
Razor blade tongue lick shots till the mic break
And leave your ass ducking like 808s on a side chain
Fuck the rap game shit my head hurt
I need acetaminophen and Dr. Pepper
Tea and good weed, no nothing extra
I came from the dirt they calling me treasure
Live for the pain I look forward to pleasure
Leave me alone or I'm leaving you severed
I jump on the beat and I float like a feather
I tend to work best when I'm under pressure
On my own since a pup
I done been down came up
Pulled myself out the mud when I was down on my bullshit
Divine when I rhyme
Making rappers resign
Its a matter of time before I up mine and pull shit
Back up, back up
Back up, back up
Back up, back up I don't really want no new friends
Back up, back up
Back up, back up
Back up, back up I'm getting real sick of loose ends
I said back it up, back it up
Sitting back and now I've had enough
Grab the cash and I'ma bag it up
You actin up you need to pack it up
They say I can't rap I ain't black enough
Successfully passing these rappers up
Potentially smacking these actors up
Still I've been steadily stacking my status up
Fuck what you heard
Shit is absurd
Worked on my worth, did my dirt, got my practice up
Back in the day
They used to play
Shit on my name till I came up and damaged em
They step to me
Not setting em free
I just cheese as these labels are trapping em
Making them bleed from their head to their feet can we please get a nurse here to Bandage em
I said back it up don't even walk to me
Snap when I'm rapping bitch don't even talk to me
Toss em in coffins if all of em crossing me
Pocketing profit, no losses are fond of me
Lost in the process of popping of constantly
Even Picasso would not wanna draw with me
Honestly, possibly, god given prodigy
Im in a spot that you obviously wanna be
Waiting on blessings, you shake in my presence
Ain't no debating can't hate when its destined
Hate my attention
You quake when I'm mentioned
I can't take a break I'm awake while you're resting
Place never questioned up late with perspective
You won't take away from my plate no percentage
Bars weighing heavy they caving your chest in
Lay you to rest, yes, you've awakened the menace
On my own since a pup
I done been down came up
Pulled myself out the mud when I was down on my bullshit
Divine when I rhyme
Making rappers resign
Its a matter of time before I up mine and pull shit
Back up, back up
Back up, back up
Back up, back up I don't really want no new friends
Back up, back up
Back up, back up
Back up, back up I'm getting real sick of loose ends
We come from a heavily over stimulated generation
Stimulation has caused us to succumb to a wave of inferiority
But its also bred greatness
To every yin there is a yang
Hustle and Balance its Janson
Lakewave, yuh
L.W.E.
Better check yo fuckin tongue
Ain't no count down, I'ma take off till I make cake like a bake off
Touch my dough on your paper chase and I will kung fu kick your face off
I crush frames for breakfast
You punks laid to rest bitch
Fuck lames kicking bunk game man that's chump change at best bitch
It's been a long time coming
Now the times here would you look at that
I spent a long time running
2019 I ain't lookin back
Talking bout blue faced hundreds
Fuck bitches I just want the cash
For the top, for the top I'm gunning
2020 you gon' see me snap
Step back I suggest you don't get caught in my way
Body rappers I don't stop till they sideways
Give Christian parent migraines
Alter their children's mind frames
Too heavy to be playin with these light weights
Tired of only getting paid every Friday
Razor blade tongue lick shots till the mic break
And leave your ass ducking like 808s on a side chain
Fuck the rap game shit my head hurt
I need acetaminophen and Dr. Pepper
Tea and good weed, no nothing extra
I came from the dirt they calling me treasure
Live for the pain I look forward to pleasure
Leave me alone or I'm leaving you severed
I jump on the beat and I float like a feather
I tend to work best when I'm under pressure
On my own since a pup
I done been down came up
Pulled myself out the mud when I was down on my bullshit
Divine when I rhyme
Making rappers resign
Its a matter of time before I up mine and pull shit
Back up, back up
Back up, back up
Back up, back up I don't really want no new friends
Back up, back up
Back up, back up
Back up, back up I'm getting real sick of loose ends
I said back it up, back it up
Sitting back and now I've had enough
Grab the cash and I'ma bag it up
You actin up you need to pack it up
They say I can't rap I ain't black enough
Successfully passing these rappers up
Potentially smacking these actors up
Still I've been steadily stacking my status up
Fuck what you heard
Shit is absurd
Worked on my worth, did my dirt, got my practice up
Back in the day
They used to play
Shit on my name till I came up and damaged em
They step to me
Not setting em free
I just cheese as these labels are trapping em
Making them bleed from their head to their feet can we please get a nurse here to Bandage em
I said back it up don't even walk to me
Snap when I'm rapping bitch don't even talk to me
Toss em in coffins if all of em crossing me
Pocketing profit, no losses are fond of me
Lost in the process of popping of constantly
Even Picasso would not wanna draw with me
Honestly, possibly, god given prodigy
Im in a spot that you obviously wanna be
Waiting on blessings, you shake in my presence
Ain't no debating can't hate when its destined
Hate my attention
You quake when I'm mentioned
I can't take a break I'm awake while you're resting
Place never questioned up late with perspective
You won't take away from my plate no percentage
Bars weighing heavy they caving your chest in
Lay you to rest, yes, you've awakened the menace
On my own since a pup
I done been down came up
Pulled myself out the mud when I was down on my bullshit
Divine when I rhyme
Making rappers resign
Its a matter of time before I up mine and pull shit
Back up, back up
Back up, back up
Back up, back up I don't really want no new friends
Back up, back up
Back up, back up
Back up, back up I'm getting real sick of loose ends
We come from a heavily over stimulated generation
Stimulation has caused us to succumb to a wave of inferiority
But its also bred greatness
To every yin there is a yang
Hustle and Balance its Janson
Lakewave, yuh
L.W.E.
Credits
Writer(s): Janson Mcgee
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